Sunday to the Market

I always joke that I am going to start taking tour groups to the market.  I fantasize that once people started to buy super fresh produce and eggs they would never want to grocery shop anywhere else.  There is nothing like a farm fresh egg,  you don’t know that until you try one.  Seriously.

Pepper, 2013

It isn’t a surprise to anyone who knows me that I love the farmer’s market.  In particular the St. Paul Farmer’s Market.  Mom and I started going the St. Paul when I had kids and shopped with a stroller.  No steps at the StPFM.  We go there for so many more reasons now-all produce and meat comes from no more than 100 miles away being the biggest reason (no pineapple or bananas),  and it is just smaller.  My friends are sometimes shocked that we go all the way to St. Paul from Minneapolis, but it doesn’t take that long and the payoff is so great.  The farmer’s market is not another weekend errand to me, it is a special weekend tradition.  I see friends, my food creativity is challenged by the bounty of the week and it makes me feel good.  Starting in December the winter market begins.  Our tradition moves to Saturday and is condensed to just eggs and meat and a steamy cup of coffee at the deli next door.

Lachy and Loudey, August 2013
Lachy and Loudey, August 201
Fall Harvest, 2013
Fall Harvest, 2013

Author: Eileen O'Toole

A quick service restaurant vet who loves food, teaching, learning and being a single Mom. Believes that waking up each day with a positive attitude and a smile on your face can change the world.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s